HAPPY ONE YEAR YOU GUYS

Before I say anything else I must say one thing:

I am not an interesting person. 

I don't do much of anything to write home about.

And yet, I am so cool

I legit can not explain how cool I am.

 I wear costumes all the time, just cause I feel like it, I watch anime and play games and I can cook.

I'm good-ish with makeup and crafting and I can start a fire with a battery and a gum wrapper (in theory).

And when such a cool, uninteresting person like me happens to be born... 

I have no idea where I'm going with this. 

The point is, no matter how uninteresting I am, I still have had a pretty eventful year, and I'm here to tell you about it.

 I won't,

Like phrankie, summerize each month. But instead I'll thank the people who were a part of my year.

Jenna: thank you for showing me that I have to be strong no matter what gets thrown at me. I cried for much too long over you, but never again will I do that.

Miss Ann & Danielle: thank you for showing me that although we disagree on many things, I can still love you, and other people who I may not see eye-to-eye with.

Andrew: Thanks for showing me that even if you may be a little weird in the head, you can still be awesome as fuck and an amazing person. Even though you scare the shit out of me sometimes.

Hanna: Oh lordy, how do I go about this. Thank you for not going out with me out of sympathy, and for being part of the reason Nathanuel broke up with me. Which is not sarcasm, I surely wasn't gonna do it.

Lizz: Babe. First off, love you. Moving on. Thank you for making me tolerate music I hate for the people I love. And for be my most physical wife, I love a girls touch. 

Ashley: Thank you for helping me to feel safe. When I first came to youth group I felt so unsafe. I had just been violently pushed out of the life of a girl I loved and I had built so many walls, so fast. But you were so happy and fun, you got me to remember that not everyone is going to hurt me. And some people do deserve to be trusted. Which brings me to.....

Peyton: thank you for showing me that people can lie so convincingly. And that trust is to be earned, not just given to a sweet-talking douchebag in disguise.

Nathanuel: oh god. Not sure what to say here. Well, thank you for being my first real boyfriend. And for not completely screwing me over. And thank you for teaching me to not make big decisions while on my period. And to not stay in a relationship that doesn't make me happy. And to not sulk over a breakup. Also, to not put up with bad kissers. No offense, but calm down with yo tongue.

Billy: thank you for being such a big support to me. For actually caring when I came out to my parents and not telling me I was going to hell. And telling me I had a place where I would be safe. I needed that.

David: thank you for introducing me to cool music, and just being awesome in general. Also for being one of the only guys to ask me to dance. That doesn't happen often.

POL Drama group: thank you so much for being so cool and so much fun, I felt so safe with everyone there and so at home. I love you guys.

Hunter: Ahhh, Hunter. Thank you for for talking to me that night at the help center, I was lonely and sad. Thank you for being the only boy to actually ask me on a date (I wish I didn't have to turn it down, damn my parents) and thank you for just talking to me. It helps a lot.

Phrank: oh Phrankie, how do I even start. Thank you for slapping me when I needed it and helping me up when other people make me fall so hard. Thank you for reminding me that I can't date certain boys, and encouraging me to talk to others. Thank you for putting up with me complain about my heels, or how long my makeup took. Thank you for obsessing with me over things and bringing me back to reality when i'm obsessing too much. Thank you for not being embarrassed when I dress up as random things. Thank you for putting up with my moody, stubborn, stupid, self. Thank you for letting me fall back on you when Jenna did what she did. Thank you for not giving up on me when I did stupid things, thank you for not letting me do severely stupid things. Thank you for letting me cry all over you, or listen to me cry on the phone. Thank you for being there when no one else was. Thank you, you have been the only thing has has kept me alive all this year, and I can't wait for another year with my amazing, lovely best friend.

So there it is.

I will be posting about the new year soon,

But for how it's 1AM and I need to be awake in four ish hours (from when I'm writing this, not when its posted. i'll post it later).

So, we shall part for now. 

Until next time my babies

- Phred M.

Our First Year: A Summation (From Phrank's view)

Hello, my friends.

I am pleased to announce, Phredrick and I have been successfully(ish) running a blog together for one whole, crazy year now. Allow me a moment to congratulate myself on not totally forgetting about it or giving upon it.

(Good job, me. Thank you, me, I did try.)

Alright, onto the full meaning of this post.

Over the life span of this blog, Phred and I have, combined, gone through hell and heaven both. We've gone through three-ish boyfriends (again, this is all combined), a first breakup, a coming out, bad kisses, (a) good kiss, first love, all that gross goey romance jazz.

We have laughed so hard we cried, we have cried so hard we made gross noises and snotted all over ourselves, both together and apart. We have been each other's personal stress-reliever punching bags, fended off unwanted attention for the other, gotten leagues closer to oneanother (maybe a snip too close, on select occations).  

Honestly, of all the bad crap I could say about my life, not a single thing would be about my best friend. I could say how I wish this person or that character was my best friend, but I would always be lying. In this aspect, I will be completely honest and say that I feel bad for everyone who doesn't have a best friend as good as mine, because she is the best.

Well, I didn't start this post with the intention of boasting Phreddie to you, so I'ma move on now before I make her cry, if I haven't already.

As titled, I figured this post would be a summation, so I thought I'd give ya'll a literal summation of 2014, and share some of our best stories of this year. I'll try for one little snippet for every month, but TBH January-March are literally so boring I doubt I'll get much for them.

Alright,

HIGHLIGHTS OF JANUARY:
What happens in January? Basically nothing, Except New Years. Let's see, New Years 2014, I know Phred came over, and I know she fell asleep at like 11;15, so I just read or chilled on Tumblr or something until 11;59, and then woke her up in told her how long we had to go, and you know what she did? SHE FELL BACK ASLEEP 30 SECONDS SHY OF 2014. LITERALLY. So I just gave up and passed out, too.

 HIGHLIGHTS OF FEBRUARY:
February?  Honestly don't remember much of stuff Phred and I did. Valentines Day? My first with a boyfriend. But it was boring. I had work. He gave me a rose, I think I still have it? Dunno. On the very last day of the month, I left for Gatlinburg TN with him and his family. Aaaaanddd. . .

HIGHLIGHTS OF MARCH:
Aaaaanddd(Continued). . .  First kiss March! Well, first kiss February sounded better, but it was like march 1st. Looking back, I don't think it was that good. I mean, I knew there was way too much spit left on my face for just a peck, even at the time, but. . . Oh well. I don't remember many other details of March. Oh, house got frozen, had to chill at my aunt's house for like a week.

HIGHLIGHTS OF APRIL:
Weeeelll obviously the biggest highlight was my birthday, durrr..... JK, but I'm now discovering I'm just really bad at remembering what happened at certain periods in the year. I think at this point I was actually beginning to use my Tumblr more often, but who can remember? Not mee.

HIGHLIGHTS OF MAY:
Does May even exist? what happens in May?
Nothing happens in May.

HIGHLIGHTS OF JUNE:
OH MA LAWDY June 2-6th was the best week all year except for everyone was crying a lot and it was sad the last day and stuff.
Anywho: that was Phred and I's first summer camp together.
Lemme try and get you a specific story from camp you haven't heard yet:
My personal favorite story is how I got the nickname Harry Potter.
So at camp, there were four (or five?) teams all week, competing for a pizza party the last day. So day two, our Team Leader comes up to our group and we proceed to go around introducing ourselves. I commonly introduce myself as Ginny, my nickname, because it's typically easier for people to remember than my real name. Usually, I say "I'm Ginny, but it's spelled like Ginny from Harry Potter, Not JENNY." (there is a subtle pronunciation difference, and down south they are pronounce nearly identically); but this one instance, I slurred and said "It's Ginny, but it's spelled Harry Potter." From then on, when talking to me in writing, all those people call me Harry Potter (Pronounced Ginny).
Phred's favorite story from camp is when Nate -her future boyfriend- surprised his friend on his birthday. Now, I don't know the details, because it happened late one night in the guy's cabin, but ir you're familiar with The Lonely Island's "Dick in a Box", you'll understand. See, Nate literally followed the steps, of cutting a hole in the box, and inserting his genitals, and making his friend open it. Phred has seen the box.
Nothing exciting seemed to happen when we got back. Although the (Then) bf said he cried when I was at camp because we didn't get to text. Thinking back, major clingyness RED FLAG, but I was still on my happiness high from camp, and overlooked it.

HIGHLIGHTS OF JULY:
Honestly I really got nothin. Fourth of July? I literally don't really remember what I did, cause I've celebrated it so many times. And I only wrote one post on here, and it was about old people, so July must've been wondrously calm. Thank the Lord.
Phreddie was in dating bliss with Nate at this point

HIGHLIGHTS OF AUGUST:
Whelp, I guess August was fairly calm, too. I remember in these couple months I was hanging out with Phred and Angel and my Seestah more often, which was fun. I know we went bowling and had frozen yogurt one day. That was fun. Wooh.
Also, phreddie break up with Nate (thank god)

HIGHLIGHTS OF SEPTEMBER:
I really have no idea what happened in most any month if you were to ask me at any given time.  I suppose I had lots of access to the laptop because I was on dress up games a bunch. Yes, I am fifteen., Yes, I do enjoy the occasional dress up web site. It's fun. Sue me.
Side note: I think things were finally going noticeably down hill with Danny. Honestly, I'm sorry it was dragged on so long.

HIGHLIGHTS OF OCTOBER:
I was really getting back into music, and listening to more music. Early October, Phred came out to her parents as bisexual, which wound up scaring me half to death. The night she did it, she wound up delivering this text about her mom completely losing all trust for Phred, and taking away her phone, and basically not lettng her do anything, and I was so scared at the thought of not knowing how long I'd have to go without that lifeline that i admittedly cried quite a lot. Of course, her mom let her text me the next day off of her mom's phone, conversation completely monitored, which made the crying feel ridiculous. Relationship with Danny was reaching a new level of stressful strain, and later in the month, and we finally broke up.  I really do feel horrible for letting that go on so long, but I really had no idea what I was doing in that relationship until after it happened. And to be honest, I still have no idea what you're supposed to do in a real relationship because that one barely pushed physical level of  fourth graders dating, but the emotional level was shoved up to a level that had no business happening between to high schoolers. Like, The emotional commitment was pressured to the full extreme of a couple in their mid/late 20's, and no matter who you are, that is a horrible thing for teeenagers. Needless to say, I am totally done with being a "We" for a long, long time. And I'll say that another person who was in that relationship should also stop worrying about dating for a while because if you don't even have your license then you certainly shouldn't be worrying about finding the one you wanna marry and all that shizz and that's all I'm going to say about that.

HIGHLIGHTS OF NOVEMBER:
I am happy to have had a calm, stress free November, so becoming just a "Me" seems to have done me wonders. I don't really remember many details from Thanksgiving, even. We ate food? There was probably Turkey? There was Stuffing? There was Family? I don't remember. It was calm. It was nice. I loved it.

HIGHLIGHTS OF DECEMBER:
Now, this will have to be a 'so far', because I write this on the 26th. So far, just as great as November, but twice as busy. Lots of Christmas parties. I went and saw my sister play a taxi driver in It's a Wonderful Life. I got things for Christmas. I talked to my family. I talked to my friend. I think I made an internet friend. It's been good.
Over all, 2014 has been a pretty good year. Sure, it's definitely had it's crappy moments, but it's definitely had it's great moments. I've grown. Life's gone on. Tragedies have happened, as have miracles, and aren't we all better because of them?
So, my friends, I leave you with this:
I don't know if anyone actually reads this silly blog of ours, or if the only ones who remember it are the people trying to get dirt on us, but if anyone does read this, thank you. This probably all sounds cheesy, and given this blog probably only really helps Phred and I, not any of you, but thanks anyways for having the patience not to report us or whatever and get our lifeline deleted.

I love you guys. It's been a great year, let's hope for a good 2015 after.

Adio.
Phranklynn G. M. P. McSparrow.



Phrankie never does what she's told

Wassup?

So you all know how recently, Phred posted a thing about her experiences on omegle and ended with "Moral of the story, never go on omegle."? Yeah well  no, I don't listen well. I mean, I do listen, but I'd heard so many stories about omegle, I was curious as to whether they were true. So I tried it. 

Relax, I have yet to do the whole video chat stuff. I'm blatantly avoiding it in case the stories of overly exposed people are true. Which they probably are. So I just do chat roulette.

Over all, my honest review of omegle is mixed. I've discovered there are pretty much three or four types of people on there. 

People Type 1: The Pervs

The name is pretty self explanatory. They are the perverted people who want nothing more than to get you to be nasty with them. I wish these people weren't so common. It's like every three  or four people are 18 year old guys asking about your booty. As I told a guy recently, "it is my booty and mine alone. Nobody gets access to it but me. Back off" You know what he said? "Smart girl. But I'm lookin for dumb girls." It's a real shame, because there are so many like that.  Seriously, four people asked what I looked like yesterday. Every time they do, it's pretty much instant disconnect. 

People Type 2: The "Cool"s

These people are pretty much like those acquaintances you've talked to twice, but somehow ended up with your phone number, and you wound up texting one day. Conversations with them literally go 

Them: "Hi'

You:"Hey"

Them:"How are you?"

You:"Good. You?"

Them:"Cool. I'm good."

You:"Awesome."

Them:"Cool."

You:"Yeeeah..."

Them:"I'm gonna go."

You:"Okay. Bye"

Them:"Bye."

 Conversations with them never last long. Usually, the case is they're someone of your gender looking for someone not of your gender to be a Perv with. Sad, but true.

People Type 3: The Interesting Ones.

They are far and few between, but they are what I get on chat sites with strangers with.

These are the ones who are (mostly) genuinely good people, who you wind up having real conversations with. Just the other day, I was talking to a girl, and it wound up that once her friend accidentally shot her shoulder with a crossbow, and then it wound up she was mute, and then we wound up making plans to take over the world, her as The Mute Queen, and me as her evil-laugher, Empress Mwahaha. I would legitimately be friends with this chick, because she was so cool and fun. (And chicka if you, the mute queen, ever find yourself reading this, shoot me an email cause I'd talk to you again in a heartbeat.) 

Those are the people I strive to find.   

 They're the best. 
Weird thing is, they mostly pop up with Harry Potter as a common interest? Just saying, ma dear J.K. raised herself some polite squishies with those books of hers. 

People Type 4: the role players.

These people are pretty simple. They start the conversation with some long, pre-typed out message describing a scenario of various levels of intimacy, listing of a basic back story of their character, and requesting that you join in a one of two or three listed characters, or one of your own creation. Now, I'm sure this is probably a fun activity to join into, but for someone like me who takes ages to write a chapter in a story, or works on a blog post like this for a month or two,  I don't like it when people spring their preconceived ideas on me and tell me to join in immediately, so the role players never get much of a response out of me. Sorry guys.

And there you have it, that's it. the four most common omegle users. Consider this your guidebooklet if you're considering trying out one of these sites. Also, now you know that if you tell me not to do something, I will inevitably do it. just a friendly warning. 

'Tis all, 

Happy Holidays,

Phranklynn G. M. P.  McSparrow.

I'm Never The First/I Don't Understand Men

Hey guys.

It's Phred.

Again.

Now, my posts have been pretty depressing lately.

But this time I'm pissed.

I don't understand guys.

I don't understand why I'm always the second.

I love Angel, I love her to death.

But somehow, whenever she turns down a guy, he comes to me.

And tries to date me.

All of them.

Every guy who ever tried to get with me.

They went for her first.

I understand she's prettier.

I understand she's the better option.

But I wish...

I wish I'd be the first.

I wish someone would look at both of us and say I'm the one they wanted.

This isn't against her.

It's not her fault.

She's gorgeous and fun and amazing.

And I'm not.

But I still don't understand.

I'm never the first.

I'm always the fallback.

And I'm so damn sick of it.

Of course, it's not a good idea to date me in the first place.

I'm 13 different kinds of fucked up.

But still.

Is there not one person that wants me over her?

Or any of my other friends.

I'm never the first.

I want to be the first.

 

I guess that's all I have to say for now.

Laterz

- Phred M.